As predicted life in a post-Republican take over of Congress moves on. I honestly don't expect anything of real substance to get accomplished in the immediate and far foresee able future. It'll just be more of the same old, same old. Some news pundits have expressed optimism over the 2016 Presidential elections. Truthfully, I don't see it. I suppose we'll just have plod along and hope for the best. I don't think the grass is any greener on the other side of the U.S.-Canadian border or across the pond. If it is greener, you can guess what it's fertilized with.
So yesterday afternoon, I thought about spending sometime finishing a blog post, instead, I ended up running a couple of errands and wandering the mall. I was cruising through Nordstrom when I stumbled across a new make up counter. This friendly English lady spent a few minutes introducing me to the line, then asked me to describe my look. Whaaaaaa!? Describe my look? I don't know how to describe my look except that it is what it is after I do my make up. I can't put a label on it. Needless to say I got a little freaked out, again, and made a hasty retreat. I really got to shop for my stuff at Target, less cringe inducing. I don't really put to much effort into making myself look like anything or anyone else but me. Trying channel some other look is just too much effort. If I can just pull myself together nicely in the mornings, I'm happy. Anything else feels like Halloween. Fortunately, I spoke with the Brit BF yesterday who made me feel instantly beautiful. Love him for it.
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